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Video Karaoke Liedje Hit The Diff - Ritchie Remo

Deze opname is een cover van Hit The Diff beroemd gemaakt door Ritchie Remo

Inbegrepen indelingen:

CDG (MP3+G)
MP4
KFN
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Het bestandsformaat CDG (ook wel genoemd CD+G or MP3+G) is geschikt voor de meeste karaokemachines. Het bevat een MP3-bestand plus de gesynchroniseerde tekst (Karaoke Versie verkoopt geen cd's, maar uitsluitend de digitale bestanden).

Het is mogelijk om zomaar MP4 bestanden op MAC OS X en Windows7 bij default af te spelen.
Als u Windows XP of Vista gebruikt, moet u gebruik maken van Windows Media Player 12.

Dit bestandsformaat is geschikt voor KaraFun Windows Player, gratis karaokesoftware. Daarmee kune je de achtergrondzang of de hoofdzang aan of uit zetten of de toonhoogte of het tempo bepalen.

Je aankoop maakt het mogelijk de video in alle formaten te downloaden zo vaak je wilt.

Over

Met achtergrondkoor (met of zonder achtergrondzang in de KFN-versie)

Heeft hetzelfde tempo als het originele: 207 BPM

Op dezelfde toonhoogte als het origineel: A

De song begint a capella

Tijdsduur: 04:01 - Preview aan: 01:26

Release datum: 2015
Genres: Country, Pop, Engels
Originele schrijver: Martin Mone

Alle beschikbare bestanden voor download zijn backing tracks, het is niet de originele muziek.

Lyrics Hit The Diff

Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling drawing, hauling and buckraking
Backing, stacking ploughing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking spreading, piping double cluching
Spinning, sliding digging, rigging raring, tearing, losing, winning
O hit the diff and pray that she goes all the way
When l'm flat to the mat with the party hats
And l'm heading for the tea they thought that we were quitting
Well when the sun went down with a flame from the pipe
We drove all night to the fuel it ran out
O give me a yoke with plenty of poke and a can of easy start
And a fifteen hundred acres hauling fourty tons of grass
I said good bye before July to the woman in an offal rush
And it was nearly Christmas before l got back in touch
I found a sate but l had no brakes couldn't keep it cool
With loads of power
I was behind an hour so l give the pump a screw
Out all night with no lights only seeing stars
And the gloom from the moon and the diesel light in the dash
Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling drawing, hauling and buckraking
Backing, stacking ploughing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking spreading, piping double cluching
Spinning, sliding digging, rigging raring, tearing, losing, winning
O hit the diff and pray that she goes all the way
When l'm flat to the mat with the party hats
And l'm heading for the tea they thought that we were quitting
Well when the sun went down with a flame from the pipe
We drove all night to the fuel it ran out
Over load on a down hill road slapping trough the gears
Sending snap chats of what am at to every one on the beer
Hit the dual to low and l started to roll all wheels in the air lt was my chance to grease the nipples l never knew was there l need some sleep and new teeth for digging and dozen in muck
In case it rains l need an owl chain lying in the truck
Climing, liming mixing, piping after the field is cut
There's many a gap you won't get at with out six thousand foot
Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling drawing, hauling and buckraking
Backing, stacking ploughing, crashing
Tipping, wrapping tail doors flapping
Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking spreading, piping double cluching
Spinning, sliding digging, rigging raring, tearing, losing, winning
O hit the diff and pray that she goes all the way
When l'm flat to the mat with the party hats
And l'm heading for the tea they thought that we were quitting
Well when the sun went down with a flame from the pipe
We drove all night to the fuel it ran out
O hit the diff and pray that she goes all the way
When l'm flat to the mat with the party hats
And l'm heading for the tea they thought that we were quitting
'Cos the summer doesn't last but were heading to New Zealand where the craic it only starts

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